Truer words were never spoken.
And still, it continues.
The Arrogant Worms with a synopsis.
Put some Cortisone on it, it’ll go away…

Andrew Norelli with a cry that I myself scream out
several times a day.
Not to be taken lightly!
Right after my nap…

I like these potato door stops a lot.
My mother used to make them when I was but a wee lad.
I pretended to eat them, then I gave them to my younger
brother, he didn’t like them so he gave them to the dog.
The dog would carry them outside hidden in the thick of
his fur, where he would promptly bury them never to be
seen again.
My neighbor would make them, using real potatoes, and
they were scrumptious!
My mother tended to cheap out, she would use anything
that could be found in the couch under the seat cushions.
You Suck at Cooking does not think like that…

It’s the Halloween countdown, a week to go before
we start to force all sorts of sweet and sticky things
into our mouths.
Starting off with a classic, Sceaming Jay Hawkins
has a crush on you and he would like you to know that.
An oldie but a goodie, lots of emotion in this one…

Kathleen Madigan’s parent are currently being held captive in an
old folk’s prison encampment somewhere in the bowels of Florida.
They are forced to participate in shuffle board (oh dear god) and
pickle ball (dafudge?!), and the annual school budget “NO!” vote.
Ice Tea and Thorazine is passed out regularly, they’re wheeled
outside for ten minutes every day, and Wednesday’s Strip Poker
tournament is the most popular event at the Pavilion, even though
nine employees have taken their own lives while on duty.
Remember, the speed limit is whatever babies crawl at when they’re
tired…